Home from Purgatory

Shortly after Mom passed, I opened her tiny file on Eddies wrongful death case, she recalls. No one can imagine the pain I felt for Mom and for Eddie, and then it hit me that she must have lived in hell from that time forward. It would be early in 1995 that June would take on the journey her mother had begun on that day she walked into the room in 1973. First there were the calls to the nursing home that still was caring for the boy many now believed was Eddie B. but who was being called Eddie Schabbing. Their response was for her to take her story and her concerns elsewhere, take them to APSI, the states protective service agency.